Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Niger and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Accadde A to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Colin Newman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Television,
Rosa Yemen,
Pole,
Suicide,
Pantytec,
Rufus Thomas,
Ten City,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Smoke,
The Modern Lovers,
Stiv Bators,
Camouflage,
Lyres,
Zapp,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gong,
10cc,
Soul II Soul,
Connie Case,
Warren Ellis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The J.B.'s,
Surgeon,
The Gun Club,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ronan,
Flipper,
Crispian St. Peters,
The New Christs,
Hot Snakes,
Radio Birdman,
Susan Cadogan,
Archie Shepp,
New Order,
cv313,
Sound Behaviour,
Don Cherry,
Tomorrow,
Adolescents,
The Trojans,
Slave,
Kerrie Biddell,
Half Japanese,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mojo Men,
Deadbeat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joyce Sims,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Section 25,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Sherman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yazoo,
Eden Ahbez,
Urselle,
Pierre Henry,
Cameo,
Bluetip,
Barbara Tucker,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rites of Spring,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.